The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volume 6Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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Page 2763
... thou once Wert beaten from Mutina , where thou flew'ft Hirtius and Panfa Confuls , at thy heel Did famine follow , whom thou fought'ft against , " Though daintily brought up , with patience more Than Savages could fuffer . Thou didst ...
... thou once Wert beaten from Mutina , where thou flew'ft Hirtius and Panfa Confuls , at thy heel Did famine follow , whom thou fought'ft against , " Though daintily brought up , with patience more Than Savages could fuffer . Thou didst ...
Page 2764
... Thou , Eupuch , Mardian ? Mar. What's your Highne's pleasure ? Cleo . Not now to hear thee fing . I take no pleasure In ought an Eunuch has ; ' is well for thee , That being unfeminaried , thy freer Thoughts May not not fly forth of ...
... Thou , Eupuch , Mardian ? Mar. What's your Highne's pleasure ? Cleo . Not now to hear thee fing . I take no pleasure In ought an Eunuch has ; ' is well for thee , That being unfeminaried , thy freer Thoughts May not not fly forth of ...
Page 2765
... thou waft here above the Ground , I was A morfe of a Monarch ; and great Pompey Would stand and make his Eyes grow in my Brow , There would he anchor his Afpect , and die With looking on his Life . Enter Alexas . Alex . Soveraign of ...
... thou waft here above the Ground , I was A morfe of a Monarch ; and great Pompey Would stand and make his Eyes grow in my Brow , There would he anchor his Afpect , and die With looking on his Life . Enter Alexas . Alex . Soveraign of ...
Page 2777
... thou fay fo , Villain , thou kill'ft thy Mistress : But well and free , if thou fo yield him . There is Gold , and here My blewest Veins to kifs : a hand that Kings Have lipt , and trembled kiffing . Mef . Firft , Madam , he is well ...
... thou fay fo , Villain , thou kill'ft thy Mistress : But well and free , if thou fo yield him . There is Gold , and here My blewest Veins to kifs : a hand that Kings Have lipt , and trembled kiffing . Mef . Firft , Madam , he is well ...
Page 2778
... thou speak'ft ; Yet if thou fay , Antony lives , ' tis well , 2 Or Friends with Cafar , or not Captain to him , I'll fee thee in a fhowre of Gold , and hail Rich Pearls upon thee . Mef . Madam , he's well . Cleo . Well faid . Mef . And ...
... thou speak'ft ; Yet if thou fay , Antony lives , ' tis well , 2 Or Friends with Cafar , or not Captain to him , I'll fee thee in a fhowre of Gold , and hail Rich Pearls upon thee . Mef . Madam , he's well . Cleo . Well faid . Mef . And ...
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Page 2828 - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Page 2834 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
Page 2763 - Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide, To rot itself with motion.
Page 2806 - Mine honesty and I begin to square. The loyalty well held to fools does make Our faith mere folly : yet he that can endure To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord Does conquer him that did his master conquer, And earns a place i
Page 2839 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me : Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick.
Page 2831 - My desolation does begin to make A better life : Tis paltry to be Caesar; Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave, A minister of her will ; And it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds ; Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change; Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.
Page 2909 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Page 2806 - I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
Page 3259 - Divines and dying men may talk of Hell, But in my heart her several torments dwell. Slavery and misery! Who in this case Would not take up money upon his soul, Pawn his salvation, live at interest?